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Chapter b473 /bBlood in Broad Daylight

“They beven /bdeveloped a patentst year,” one student added. “Something about treating pandemic–blevel /b

illnesses. It even woh an award.”

“So what?” another scoffed. “That patent ended up being sold to the Foster family anyway. They’re bthe /bpharmaceutical overlords of Westbrook.”

Listening to the chatter, Eliza felt a deep, unsettling sense of uncase.

Halbert, however, remained unimpressed. “This has nothing to do with us. Why are you digging into itb?/bb” /b

“I just find it strange,” Eliza said, shaking her head. “ire University’s medical school–is it connected to the Foster family?”

“Of course it is. The Foster family’s been funding the med school for years. Most of their graduates go straight to the city hospital. It’s all arranged. Otherwise, how do you think the hospital gets so many bstaff /bevery year?”

Something sparked in Eliza’s memory.

Back when the flu was spreading like wildfire, Nn had fallen ill–but he’d given her a syringeb, /bsaying if she ever caught it, one injection would take care of it.

Could that havee from ire University’s med school?

But that flu outbreak had only just begun back then. How could they have already developed a countermeasure?

“ss is starting soon,” Halbert said, brushing it off. “Focus. You’re here to study, not chase conspiracy theories.”

To him, the gossip was nothing but baseless spection.

Eliza, however, couldn’t stop thinking about it. The moment ss began, her mind wandered, unable to concentrate. Everything about the med school just felt… wrong.

Then-

A sudden shout echoed from downstairs, followed by terrified screams.

Students in the ssroom rushed to the windows.

Outside, chaos had erupted.

A male student wearing a whiteb coat was waving a surgical scalpel, shouting at the top of his lungs

“He didn’t kill himself! She would inever /ikill herself!”

“Security! Get him under control!”

Someone shouted from below. Guards rushed toward the man, but he was already on the edge bof /bba /bbreakdown. Anyone who got near was met with frantic, shing swings of the scalpel.

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bHe /bbbarked /bat a bgirl /bnearby to take out her phone and record. Then he ordered banother /bstudent to start livestreaming.

From the ssroom window, Eliza’s expression turned grim.

Something about this was deeply, terribly wrong.

Without hesitation, she bolted from the room.

“Hey!” Halbert snapped as she rushed out. His expression changed instantly. i“/iGo after her. Don’t let her anywhere near that man!”

“Yesb, /bsir!”

The bodyguards understood the urgency–if something happened to Eliza, Tristan would have their heads,

Downstairs-

Eliza ran straight toward the scene.

The man spotted her immediately.

“You! Come here!”

He pointed the scalpel at her.

Clearly, he recognized her–Eliza’s name and face had long been circted on student forums. He knew exactly who she was.

“Okay, I’lle,” she said calmly. “But you have to tell me what’s going on. Just take a breath and exin-

She needed answers. She could feel it–she was caught in the middle of something huge, something hidden, and it was pulling her in deeper by the day.

But the man wasn’t listening. His only demand was that shee closer.

And so she did.

Halbert, watching from afar, was stunned.

iWhat /iithe /iihell /iis ishe /iidoing/i?!

Walking straight into danger–was she insane?

Eliza stopped in front of the man.

He pointed the de at her but didn’t attack. Tears streamed down his face.

“She didn’t kill anyone,” he choked out. “Emilia didn’t do it. I know who you are. You’re the daughter of the Sue family. You can clear her name.”

Then, in one swift motion, he pulled Eliza closer and turned to the cameras held by the two girls r

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“Emilia didn’t kill anyone! She’s not the murderer!”

“You know who did it?” Eliza asked.

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There was bno /bbaggression /bbin /bhimb—/bshe could feel it,

But he said nothing more.

bIn /bthe next instant, the man raised the scalpel-

And drove it straight into his own throat.

Blood sprayed, sttering across Eliza’s face.

She gasped and staggered back as he copsed at her feet, convulsing violently before going still.